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My breath catches. God, I love his intensity. I should not love that. I don’t like intense things. I like quiet, calm, and even-keeled.

You also thought you didn’t like beards and you ended up with this guy’s hands in your pants in your grandma’s foyer, I remind myself.

Yeah, okay, fair enough.

It’s late to be working, isn’t it?

Not work boots. Down at the bar.

I look around the bar. I’m not having a bad time. Everyone here is so nice. But two messages from Torin, and I want to text with him for the next hour instead of sit in a bar and drink and dance.

Yeah, that’s totally normal. I sigh.

Since you’re not barefoot, I’m going to assume you’re not dancing.

I read his text twice. I’m sure if anyone is looking at me, my smile is big and goofy.

No dancing

Good.

Something about that single word from him makes my heart thump again and a hot ribbon of heat slides languidly through me. I squeeze my thighs together.

They two-step here. No waltzing. Though there is some dipping

You can’t get good dipping just anywhere

I actually laugh softly at that. And he’s not wrong.

Not to mention twirling.

Remember that.

I have no idea why my stomach flips at that. That response sounds almost…possessive. But that’s ridiculous.

Do you like the two-step

I’m not much for dancing period.

I’ve never done it. But seems like it could be fun.

You just tell me what you want to try, Abigail. Anything at all. I’ll make it fun.

Whoa. I feel my eyes go round. My brain takes his word choice and pretends he’s offering to do anything I want to do. And maybe even teach me a few things.

I take a deep breath.

Then read the text again.

The use of my name, even in a text, makes the heat in my lower belly and between my legs intensify. I shift on the bar stool.

How many drinks have I had? I study the bottle of hard cider on the bar in front of me. Two. I’m almost certain. That is not enough for me to blame this reaction on the liquor.

I swallow hard. I have to text him back. And not throw myself at him.

But he did just promise to make whatever I want to try fun…

I pull my lower lip between my teeth and pray I don’t sound like an idiot.

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